Chapter 2: Ancient Tomb

  The night was like water, and Zhang's agile figure darted quickly through the mountains. Looking at his swift footsteps, no one could tell that he was the same kid who had been beaten to near death in Shuiyun Pavilion during the day.

  Zhang Chong ran while muttering curses under his breath.

  "This dead little thug, his hands are so heavy. If it weren't for that Longyao Laozu's timely intervention, I would have really been beaten to death this time. In the future, when I make a name for myself, I'll also make him stand at the door and let me kick him a couple of times to vent my anger."

  He said so with his mouth, but in his heart he knew that this scene should not have happened. For an orphan living at the bottom, it was already lucky to starve to death.

  Zhang Chong is an orphan with no father or mother and no relatives. He can't even make clear why he came to this world.

  However, the potential of human beings is indeed infinite. He was like a cockroach that couldn't be killed and lived to be fifteen years old. For these fifteen years, he had only one goal, which was to survive. Everything else was beyond his consideration.

  He went to Shuǐyúnzhāi to eat because he discovered that after getting injured, he had a miraculous ability to heal himself without medicine. The food at Shuǐyúnzhāi was all spiritual beasts and spiritual grains, which could strengthen his body and make him healthier.

  After Zhang Chong's first adventure, he found the effect to be remarkable. So, he went a second time, a third time, and of course, in order to avoid being discovered, he carefully made himself up before each trip, so that the waiter wouldn't recognize him.

  As long as he strengthens his body to a certain extent, he can go and sign up under the door of a demon cultivator and become an outer disciple. As for the door of a fairy cultivator, he didn't even dare think about it, because the threshold for cultivating immortality is much higher than that of demon cultivation, and it's not just physical strength that's required, but also spiritual roots.

  For Zhang Chong, refining his body is already an extremely difficult task, let alone thinking about spiritual roots.

  Moreover, in his eyes, the most important reason for becoming a disciple of a demonic cultivator was to fill his belly.

  Only when one is well-fed and warm can they think of lustful things. When one is not full or warm, thinking about anything is an extremely luxurious thing.

  In the Yang realm, there were cultivators of immortality and cultivators of magic, coexisting in a state of mutual hostility, constantly vying with each other. Although this gave the residents of the Yang realm an uneasy feeling, for Zhang Chong, it was just another option.

  "What a pity, it seems that I won't be able to go to the Shuiyun Pavilion again next time. Otherwise, my body will not be refined and I'll die first." Zhang Chong sighed to himself, according to his estimate, if he went two more times, the plan to refine his body would have been successfully completed. However, the current reality was that if he went one more time, his life would be over.

  So even if there is still temptation, he will no longer go there.

  As a rich family's son, the benefit is that by casually eating several months' worth of Lingguo, one can lay down the foundation for refining their body and even directly rush to the second stage: the Divine Power stage.

  But for Zhang Chong, a powerless and isolated orphan, every step can only rely on himself. Whether it is to reach the stage of refining his body or from the first layer to the ninth layer of self-refining, and then to the stage of divine power, all are extremely difficult to overcome heavenly moats for him.

  It was hopeless, but Zhang Chong was extremely realistic. In his mind, everything was just a fleeting cloud, and only what he had in hand was real. At this moment, his eyes were fixed on a small wild rabbit in front of him. The rabbit's speed was extremely fast, but it couldn't stump Zhang Chong.

  He saw him make a single leap, and then he grabbed the wild rabbit with his hand. As he fell to the ground, his right hand grasped the rabbit's neck, and with a slight exertion of force, the rabbit's entire body immediately went limp.

  Zhang Chong nodded in satisfaction, it seemed that he had grasped the timing and force of this attack just right, one hit was enough to kill. But at this moment, he heard a low howl, looked up, and saw a pair of green eyes staring fiercely at him.

  It was the Moon Wolf, and Zhang Chong's heart skipped a beat. He had not expected that at this moment, he and the Moon Wolf would set their sights on the same rabbit, and his own first move would put himself completely in the wolf's paws.

  The Moon Wolf's ferocity is unmatched, even a Hunter who has reached the third layer of Body Refining would not dare to engage in hand-to-hand combat with this Moon Wolf.

  But now, he was just within the Moon Wolf's attack range.

  "My goodness, what a day it is today~~~~" Zhang Chong's heart wailed, throwing the wild rabbit in the direction of Yu Lang, his body rolled to the side, but how could Yu Lang let go of such a good opportunity? It opened its big mouth, its body as huge as a mountain, and pounced over, directly pinning Zhang Chong under its body. A bloody big mouth was about to bite down on Zhang Chong's neck.

  Zhang Chong, at this moment when he couldn't afford to be distracted, suddenly dodged his head to one side, causing the Moon Wolf's bite to miss its mark. His two hands, at this time, tightly grasped the Moon Wolf's front paws, but the Moon Wolf's strength was much greater than his, rendering him powerless to push it away.

  In desperation, Zhang Chong also let out a fierce energy from his heart, he too opened his mouth wide and bit down fiercely on the Moon Wolf's neck.

  "Want to bite me to death? Fine, I'll bite you to death first." This was Zhang Chong's inner voice.

  The werewolf did not expect this sudden move, and it let out a pained howl as its strength suddenly increased several fold. Its powerful muscles shook Zhang's jaws, making his teeth ache, but he gritted his teeth and used all his might to hold on, even though the werewolf was tossing him around, he refused to let go.

  Just then, a thin beam of light shot down from mid-air and hit the Moon Wolf directly. The wolf took this heavy blow and struggled for only two moments before it stopped moving altogether. Its massive body went limp and pressed down on Zhang Chong's, while Zhang Chong himself was also completely drained of energy, his consciousness becoming somewhat fuzzy due to overexertion. Only his mouth remained clenched in a fierce bite.

  "Old ancestor, isn't this kid the one we met during the day? Look at him, how is he so energetic again?"

  In mid-air, two figures stood faintly, surprisingly it was Nagano Ojisan and Jakko. The previous blow was obviously from Jakko's hand, Jakko is a cultivator in the Condensing Pulse stage, and deeply gained Nagano Sairen's appreciation, being brought by his side, killing a Moon Wolf at this time was merely a trivial matter. However, after he made his move, he surprisingly discovered that the person of the Fighting Wolves was actually Zhang Chong.

  Chang Nuo Lao Zu listened to Ruo Guang's words, and after careful observation, he also discovered Zhang Chong. He didn't seem too surprised, and said with a calm tone,

  "Everyone has their own fate, this kid, I think he's got some extraordinary aura, seems to have a great spiritual root, looks like he should be a good seed for cultivating immortality."

  "Alright, once we've settled things here, we'll bring him back home. As for what happens next, that's up to his own destiny."

  Zhang Chong lay on the ground, weakly and helplessly wrestling with the moon wolf. He didn't know that someone had secretly helped him turn the moon wolf into a dead wolf, nor did he expect that someone had already thought of taking him as an apprentice.

  If he knew, he would probably rush over and hug the thigh of Nagano's old ancestor. What is a disciple? That is his dream job!

  "But this kid's character is not good, is he worth taking in?" If Guang had only heard these words, he would have naturally thought of the previous incident at Shuiyun Pavilion.

  "Nothing can be concluded for certain, let's put it this way, we'll investigate him further later. If he really is of poor character, then that's that. For now, finding the tomb is more urgent." said Nagano Ojisan.

  "Is there really an ancient cultivation technique called 'Sleep Dream Heart Scripture' inside this tomb?"

  When Ruo Guang asked this sentence, Nagano Laozu immediately made a silent gesture, indicating that Ruo Guang should not say the word again. Only then did he say softly...

  "In any case, since I've already followed the guide to get here, let's just find it first. Tonight is the night of the full moon, whether or not it exists will be seen tonight."

  "Alright, let's just go past it then."

  After saying this, the two of them flashed away like two silver-white lightning bolts, flying extremely fast towards a not-too-distant place.

  They fell into a damp, dark place, with a gloomy light, and under the hazy moonlight, it could be seen that the two were facing an ancient, dilapidated graveyard, but there was no inscription on the tombstones, like broken stone slabs, without any sign of life.

  This scene, in the dark of night, was filled with eeriness.

  Nagano's old ancestor looked up at the sky, tonight's moonlight is exceptionally good, the moon slowly rises, it seems that by midnight, we can see the scene of a bright moon hanging in the middle of the sky.

  At this moment, countless rays of light suddenly flew out from the sky, illuminating the entire night sky in an instant.

  Upon seeing this scene, Nagano's eyebrows immediately furrowed deeply, and he said in a low voice,

  "When the cultivators of the Yang realm and the demon cultivators clash, it won't be tonight that they begin their final battle, will it?"

  Although it was hard to believe, the sword energy that filled the sky like shooting stars was telling him an undeniable fact.

  "Ancestor Chō, shall we go and help?" Akira, who was also rarely seen in such a large-scale battle scene, looked up at the sky with anxiety and asked Nagano no Okina.

  "We won't go then," said Nagano's old ancestor.

  "What we are doing is far more important than letting the cultivators of one side obtain a realm, so there's no need to go to war in the past. Moreover, Wang Daozhong, the elder of Yangjing, is a Yuan Ying period cultivator, and he is also a senior whom I admire. With him leading the cultivators of Yangjing, we don't have to worry about anything."

  In the quiet night, Lengwu Zhen had already bid farewell to the hustle and bustle of the day, but in the vast wilderness, a desperate battle was unfolding silently, where the victorious side would gain control over the Yang realm.

  A flash of lightning, swiftly cutting through the vast wilderness, in an instant, heaven and earth were shaken. After the lightning passed, a figure like a heavenly god, stepped on the rolling clouds, walking slowly.

  His face was like a flame, his eyes were sharp, and he was indeed a cultivator in the Yuan Ying period, Wang Daozhong.